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Bedroom
Author:
Moroni of the Mount of Ro PM
A poem I wrote while I looked around my room and saw the little girl I used to be.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 181 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-13-05 - id: 2006549
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Bedroom

A bunch of posters
On the bedroom wall.
Beanie Babies:
She's collected them all.
A bunch of pillows
On the floor.
Fuzzy pink dice
Hang on the door.

What a lovely child
To live in here.
She must be sweet
And so carefree.
Wouldn't it be nice
If that child were me?

A bunch of books
On a shelf.
A few drawings
She's made herself.
A bunch of pictures
Of many friends.
A knitted scarf
With unfinished ends.

What a lovely child
To live in here.
She must be sweet
And so carefree.
Wouldn't it be nice
If that child were me?

A bunch of trinkets
Scattered around.
Random CDs
In a mound.
A bunch of colors
Bright and sunny.
A little girl:
She seems so funny.

So who lives here?
It belongs to whom?
What lovely child
Could have this room?

A tired girl
Whose heart is cold.
A blackened soul
So I've been told.
She lies on the floor
With tears on her face.
Unable to forget the girl
Who owns this place.

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